4 other men greeted her. One of them was Angelo’s assistant, Raphael. He was a small scrawnier man that looked like a weasel. He looked to be in his...40’s, with nowhere near to looks of his boss. 1 other introduced himself as a make-up assistant, Gerardo. The 2 others were with the film crew, in charge of lighting. They only spoke Italian.In a flash, Angelo turned to her. “Ok my dear, off with the dress. I want to see what I’m working with.” Bella, while comforted by his professional tone, was. " Why? I was bursting for a pee."I was mortified, trapped, in a small bathroom, between the two of them.When Ellie burst in I was wearing pale pink sheer panties and matchingbra into which I'd been adjusting my forms."Can I crash in your spare room, I'm knackered, I've been out allnight."This was surreal, I was standing there like the cartoon character, Jane,trying to cover her nakedness. As if that would make any difference, Icouldn't have been any more exposed if I tried."Where have you been?. These days, someone like Dad would be diagnosed "bipolar". Then again,such stigma is never attached to movers and shakers like my father.Despite his managerial standing, he was everybody's buddy - except whenhis moodiness and mercurial temper got the best of him. That was usuallyonly at home or when he drank to escape the pressures of corporate life.At those times, it was best to avoid him. I could count on one hand thenumber of times my dad and I did guy things together, just the two of us.I. She hoped his hand felt as good for him as his tongue did within her. She knew how close he was to cumming. His hand was moving faster now, pushing the skin of his cock up over the head, burying it in it's own warmth. It would not be much longer before she would replace his hand with her own hot lips. His tongue was moving faster now, ramming itself deeper into her pussy, matching the movements of his hand. She was on the verge of cumming now. She had to fight the demands her body was making..